I grip her hands and gently pull them away from the waistband of my slacks and cover her with the torn shreds of her dress.
“I want to…”
“I’m sorry,” I stammer, stumbling away.
“Please don’t leave,” she says, her voice strangled.
“I’m sorry,” I say again, staggering to the door.
“Jaxxo, please.”
“I shall dine with you in the morning.” I slip from her rooms, my head reeling, my heart pounding, my erection throbbing for release.
What have I done? This goes against protocol. I escape into my room, breathless and aching. My mind is awash with so many conflicting thoughts and emotions that nothing will bring me peace except sinking inside her and knowing her to the core of her being.
But I know I cannot do this. Tasting her was wrong. So wrong. We have only spent a few hours together. Far too few for an Earth female to be ready to mate. Especially one like my Doris. I must learn to control myself. I must remember my discipline and training. The fate of Mars is at stake.
18
I watch him walk out the door. My eyes are wide, and my body is wet where his tongue has just been. I can’t believe he’s left me like this. I pant heavily, my mind reeling. I’m still throbbing from the mind-blowing orgasm. Confusion grips my brain. I have no way of rationalizing this experience. Why didn’t he take me? I know he was as turned on as I was.
I start pacing the room. I can’t just leave it like it never happened. I replicate myself a glass of wine and begin to drink, hoping that it will calm me down. But the alcohol has the opposite effect. I feel even more amped-up and bothered. Even more confused. I need to understand what is happening and why he’s left me like this. Why he has given me so much pleasure but denied me the opportunity to give pleasure in return.
I’m angry. I realize that’s what I am actually feeling. It’s ludicrous. Not only have I never received such exquisite oral pleasuring, but I’ve never in my life been taken to climax that way and then left without being fucked by the man providing it.
A million questions flash through my brain. Maybe he thought I was disgusting, and that’s why he left. Maybe he can’t stand the sight of me or the taste of me or the smell of me. And all I want now is an explanation.
I storm out of my room, down the hall, and to his door. I cross my arms tightly over my chest, waiting for him to respond. I am livid and ready to scream at him. When his door glides open, the look on his face stops me in my tracks.
He looks sad. It wasn’t an expression I was expecting. He stands aside and allows me to stride into his room. I reel on him as the door slides closed.
“Is everything all right?” he asks.
“Is everything all right?” I mock.
His eyes go wide at my tone, and his expression turns from sad to panicked.
“I’m sorry about before…”
“You’re sorry?” I say, my voice rising.
He steps toward me, clasping his hands together. “Doris, if I’ve done anything to offend you…”
“Offend me?”
“I apologize, but I do not understand this form of communication. If you continue to repeat everything I say without adding anything to it, I do not know how to respond.”
I heave a sigh and collapse into an armchair. I’m still angry, but I need to sit down because my head is swimming and my body is growing taut with excitement from his presence.
“Why did you leave?” I ask tightly.
“I…”
He turns away, his back to me. He’s stripped down to the waist, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. His toned, muscled body is revealed to my hungry eyes. I want to run my hands over his back and broad shoulders, skim my fingers down his waist, and pull the boxer shorts down to his feet. I want to grip his thick cock between my hands and feel it pulse in my palms. My mouth waters at the thought of sucking him, licking him, and letting him slide deep into my throat. But I’m still angry as hell. I’m sick of being rejected.
The pain of being cheated on by Ashton rises in my chest, and I stand back up, crossing the room toward him. My fists are clenched, and my jaw is tight.
“You don’t have anything to say for yourself?”
He turns back to me, his cock hard against his shorts. My mouth drops when I take him in. His body is so perfect. So big and strong and masculine. My eyes widen as I stare at the bulge between his legs. My mind comes to one single point of focus: I need to see what he has hidden. I know that the erection is for me. And I want him to give it to me.
“I want to respect you,” he says in a low growl.
“Do you think it’s respectful to leave me hanging after you’ve just made me come harder than any man ever has in my life?” I whisper as I step closer.
“My training did not prepare me for this.”
“Your training?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re doing it again. Repeating what I just said.”
“What kind of training?”
“Earth female courtship.”
“And what did this training tell you about Earth females?” I ask, my voice low and husky as I take another step toward him. His back is against the wall, and he looks like a cornered animal—if it’s possible for a giant of a man to seem intimidated by a much smaller woman like me.
“Earth females need time. You cannot expect them to want to copulate immediately. I overstepped. I apologize. I should not have done it.”
I step closer. I’m standing in his space. I smooth my hands over his chest. My rational mind has taken a holiday, and I’m operating on instinct. My fingers slide down and hook into the waistband of his shorts.
“But I wanted you to do it,” I say, looking up into his eyes.
His hands grip my shoulders, and he clenches his teeth. I feel as if he’s going to push me away, but I won’t let him. It’s my turn now. I pull down his shorts and sink to my knees in one swift motion. With one hand, I unfasten my robe and let it fall around my shoulders to pool on the floor around my knees. With the other hand, I grip his massive cock.
He’s so large, one hand only goes halfway around his girth. So I grip him with the other. He gasps as I take the head of his cock into my mouth. But the angle is all wrong. He’s so much taller than me. As I kneel before him, I’m barely coming up to his upper thigh. I need this. I’m not going to let him get away from me.
I stand and take his hand. He’s going to object, but I won’t allow it. I shush him as soon as he speaks. I tell him to sit in the armchair. I grab a throw pillow from the couch and kneel before him again.
“We shouldn’t,” he says as I grip him with both hands and run my tongue up the length of his thick, hard rod.
“You aren’t going to stop me,” I purr.
He leans back in the chair as I slip my mouth over the tip of him. He growls as I caress his chest and tweak at his nipple, stroking his length with my other hand.
He’s so big that there’s no way I can possibly take him in my mouth. I use everything I’ve got: my hands, my mouth, my tongue, my breasts. I fondle his balls with one hand as I suck the head of his dick and stroke him with my breasts.
“What are you doing to me?” he groans.